Chords:
{t: GF - Our Sergeant Major [F] }
{key: F}
{artist:George Formby}
[F] Now there’s a sergeant major, enjoys life will he can.
He proves to all the ladies he’s a [G7] soldier and a [C7] man.
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[F] He sticks out his chest, two [Gm] pillows in his vest,
A [C7] bolster under his rotunda, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
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His [F] medals break our hearts, he [Gm] won them playing darts,
And [C7] while competing, who was cheating? Our Sergeant [F] Major
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He’s [Am] far away the [Em7] worst friend [Am] we’ve ever had,
[Gm] When he’s far [D7] away well, [Gm] we’re mighty glad. [C7]
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In [F] the canteen bar, you [Gm] know what sergeants are,
[C7] When we’ve passed out, who’s the last out, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
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He’s [F] got a raucous voice, his [Gm] language isn’t choice,
In [C7] clink we’d shove him, how we’d love him, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
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His [F] weight about he’d throw, the [Gm] wicked so and so,
[C7] Who’d even smother his own mother, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
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He’s [Am] far away the [Em7] worst friend [Am] we’ve ever had,
[Gm] When he’s far [D7] away well, [Gm] we’re mighty [C7] glad.
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Our [F] bugler goes his rounds, and [Gm] when the bugle sounds.
For [C7] everlasting, who’s he blasting? Our Sergeant [F] Major.
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Now he [F] makes raw recruits, just [Gm] tremble in their boots,
He [C7] calls them slackers, who’s gone crackers? Our Sergeant [F] Major.
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His [F] feet fill up the road, knock-[Gm] kneed and pigeon toed,
[C7] We’d sooner shoot him then salute him, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
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He’s [Am] far away the [Em7] worst friend [Am] we’ve ever had,
[Gm] When he’s far [D7] away well, [Gm] we’re mighty [C7] glad.
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The [F] mascot goat we own, so [Gm] big and fat has grown,
[C7] Wild and warlike, he’s far more like, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
